there is a silent note of forever
that hides beneath the horizon at sunrise.
hear it, in those hours of gentle
ocean breeze and citrus waves, liquid voice
calling, calling
spear of light, spool of thread unraveled
gallery blue, painted clouds, iridescent; 
it enthralls you, fluttering sparrow in the 
invisible veranda of the skies
run, run, run far; 
nobody can ever catch you.

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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)